Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Television. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Agent Orange,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.